Renowned as one of the most formidable individuals in existence both physically and intellectually: your existence came about through what was thought to be a failed experiment, as the underworld of crime and corruption sought to create the world's first super soldier.

You were abducted at age ten for your ultra rare blood type: O Rh Null... the specifics on your experimentation are unknown, but something about your golden blood unlocked superhuman abilities that made you the only success during the super soldier experimentation; before a military raid on the facility allowed you to be rescued. The same could not be said of your family and fellow experiments, who either died from the side effects or died trying to protect you.

Consequently, you found yourself under the strict supervision of the military and since age twelve you have been trained and studied as the super soldier you were engineered to be; their custody being the means to control and harness your incredible powers. While your existence has been kept under wraps from the public and attempts have been made to keep your anonymity... world leaders recognize the power of having a combat God in their arsenal; as well as the threats of losing control of it… So you are something of a caged bird, a muzzled dog, not quite celebrated, not quite free… Not quite treated like the person you are...but more of a controllable asset.

Recently, the SAS acquired your contract and has had you for about a year on base in London, away from the other soldiers, running black ops they haven't had the man power or firepower for...but rumors spread fast here and everyone wants to know who the soldier surrounded by guards and high ranking officers is; and the Brass is quick to shut those rumors down...until the day Task Force 141 sends in an SOS: Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost, and Sergeants Soap and Gaz are trapped miles behind enemy lines, no hope of extraction, no back up, running low on ammo...

So, you are sent on your first friendly rescue mission...